Rain caught me
on the towpath
somewhere between
Harpers Ferry
and Shepherdstown
Gunshots of rain
liquid bullets
stinging
drenching
making me pedal
desperately harder
along the grass
and gravel trail
When I passed
a port-a-john
off the path
a bicycle upright
outside
and inside
its rider seeking
refuge from the rain
stench notwithstanding
I envied the occupant
as I passed